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Tuesday, November 08, 2005

i gotta run 6 rounds tomorrow! god bless me. cause i lost 12 marks for that emaths test? effing shit. and surprise surprise, i paid attention in history even though i was dead tired. for once, i really paid all the attention i have. haha. so it was quite productive eh. cheena tongue=no comments.

banner making tomorrow i supposed. this sucks man. everyone's pestering me over everything. urrghh, bug off. i don't know a shit. yeah. my life is like a daily routine. wake up, go school, break, lessons, go home/cca, bath, computer, watch tv, sleep. so uninteresting. right. man, i gotta start mugging for the amaths test mrs ong is gonna give us.its like inwhat? 2 weeks time? all the chapters covered in sec 3 and i haven't been practising any shit yet. buck up man. the thought of tomorrow just make me lose all my mood. this is seriously sickening. damn. yeah. bye. i find that even breathing is such a chore now, totally no more strength to face up to everything.

i need to pull myself together,
i can't succumb to sorrow.
i gotta stay strong.